The World is not Enough

I’ll tell you what. If Earth had a bus terminal, I would be sitting on a bench right now with a ticket in my hand.

God keeps helping me get cleaned up. He keeps showing me the things that are wrong with me. He helps me to be honest with him about myself. It’s like cleaning out a storage unit someone filled with seafood in 1922 and then forgot about. It’s a real mess.

I keep hammering away at the spirits that have taken the place of the Holy Spirit all my life. Pride, anger, lust, and so on. I feel that God has given me new tools to yank these spirits away from the steering wheel so I can take over.

Today I was working at these things in prayer (asking God to do everything for me and trying to avoid “helping” him) and I took a break to look at the news. Oh, man. What a mistake. It was as if I lived next to an ocean of sewage and I opened the door just as a wave was coming in. I read about crime. I read about the sick people who are tormenting conservatives in restaurants and on their own property. Do I even have to tell you what the news looks like in 2018?

Suddenly, the things I had subdued wanted back in. Anger. Discouragement. Self-righteousness. I had to return to fighting to make sure I didn’t slip backward.

What a rotten place this world is. You can’t even read the news without being inundated with temptation. I thought about this, and I wondered if I should quit reading the news.

A few years back, I got rid of Twitter and Facebook. I felt God wanted me to do it. I called it “the little rapture.” It was wonderful. A lot of people wondered where I had gone, and I lost contact with many, but it was worth it. Sorry to say that. Then I moved from Miami to Ocala, which was another little rapture. Now I’m seriously considering minimizing my visits to news websites.

No one wants to be ignorant. On the other hand, how much is awareness worth, if every piece of information comes with provocation or a picture of a Kardashian’s rear end?

Do I really need to know everything that’s happening in the world? God is looking after me. My own knowledge is of limited value. Relying on it is a huge mistake. The more you rely on yourself, the less God does for you.

The more contact you have with God, the more you will want to isolate yourself from this world. God brings peace, love, protection, and success. The world brings fear, anger, worry, and failure. Leaving God’s presence and going out among people is like leaving a comfortable air-conditioned house and walking out into a hurricane. This place is disgusting.

Catholics believe sinners go to a place called purgatory. It’s a temporary hell. God punishes you there until he feels like you’ve had enough, and then you go to heaven. They couldn’t be more wrong. We already live in purgatory. We just don’t realize it because we’re used to it. We live in denial. Even the worst pessimist sees the world as a better place than it is. We make the most of our pleasures and successes, and we avoid thinking about the agony and failure that surround us.

You don’t get to go to a special place to have your iniquities purged after you die. The Bible says hell is eternal, and there is no mention of purgatory. You have your opportunity to get purged right now, and you will never get another chance. If you didn’t care about God here, you won’t care when you’re dead, either. There is no point in giving human beings an eternity of probation.

This is purgatory, and I’ll tell you something else. We are demons, or at least we are the same type of hybrid.

What are demons? Fallen angels? No. That’s what religious authorities who make things up tell us. Demons are our brothers and sisters. They are dead human beings whose bloodlines were polluted with the genes of fallen angels who had sex with women. God sent the flood to get rid of them, but the only pure person on the boat was Noah. The rest were tainted, and they went on to breed.

In English, Bibles say Noah was “perfect in his generations.” In Hebrew, the word translated “generations” literally means “generations,” but in Hebrew, it is used to mean “genealogy.”

In all likelihood, angels have sired more people since the flood. As a result, many of us–maybe all of us–are supernatural bastards. We carry cursed DNA. We are not really God’s children. Not until we accept salvation and repent. This is why the Bible calls the Holy Spirit a spirit of adoption.

Those of us who are currently alive can’t possess people or manifest in them as diseases, but we are still full of evil. We live in bondage to sins we can’t give up, because that’s our inheritance from our evil ancestors. Only the Holy Spirit can remanufacture us.

This world is a nuthouse. You are lucky if you can walk two blocks without witnessing depravity or being tempted. The things we witness cause us to open doors and let demons in. Then we become like them, and we end up with diseases, mental illness, addictions, and other problems.

Every day we get to choose between peace, power, healing, and victory and a pile of shiny objects soaked in poison. We take the shiny objects nearly all the time, and we think we’re doing the right thing.

A human being is like a bus full of idiots. You’re supposed to drive responsibly, but the idiots–spirits of the dead–keep shoving you to the floor and grabbing the wheel. If you don’t know God, you have no authority, so the idiots will win until the day you die. Your choices give them power. Then when bad things happen to you, you go to God and cry, “Why me?”, as if something odd has happened.

Churches pretend demons don’t exist. Churches that admit demons exist claim they’re rare. Christians think only “bad people” can have demons, so they’re insulted when you suggest they have them, too. They turn down relief because they prefer pride and self-righteousness. God is running a free clinic, and we sit outside and fester because we think we’re too good to be sick.

I may have to forget about news sites and let the world take care of itself. I have the delusion that I’m helping humanity and looking after myself when I read the news, but that’s probably not true. There are things I’m better off not knowing about. The world is packed with people who cause their own problems, doing the same counterproductive things over and over, so I shouldn’t get to close to it. I’m trying to become a different kind of person. God moves me forward, and then I get caught up in the world’s issues, and I slide back. I am not cooperating with him the way I should.

Like a friend of mine says, “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” I know that’s how God himself feels, except possibly for the “monkeys” part. God says Satan is the god of this world, so it makes sense that he limits his own interference in the drama.

Salvation is for individuals, not worlds. This place is terminally ill. Focusing on nations and cities is a mistake. You have to think about one person at a time. People can be saved and filled with power, but the world as a whole (or hole) is going to continue to rot. If that were not true, the apocalypse and the Messianic Age would be pointless.

Why did God promise to destroy and remake the world, if we’re going to fix it before he returns? In one part of the Revelation, he kills a third of humanity at one whack. That’s not God giving us an “A.”

I do not want any more sewage tsunamis. I generate enough sewage of my own. I don’t need to take in sewage from leftist criminals and the Kardashians.

I’m so glad I’m out of Miami. I can’t describe it. I wish I never had to think about that place again. I’m going to feel the same way about the earth when I leave.

You can have God or you can have the world. You have to choose, and you are going to choose, whether you want to or not.